I believe that true love can conquer all. I believe that shoes really do make the outfit. I believe that a little sparkle can go a long way.
And most days I believe in myself.
It’s not always easy, and somedays it’s really tempting to throw in the towel and say ‘I give up’. But it’s on those days, when the world really does seem to weigh heavy on my shoulders, that I look at Little P and realize that believing in myself isn’t just for me.
It’s for her too.
Because how can I expect her to reach for the stars, to know that she can be or do absolutely anything she wants to, if her Momma can’t do so for herself? How can I possibly expect her to step out of her comfort zone and reach for those seemingly impossible goals if her Momma can’t?
So, I believe in myself.
I believe I am stronger, braver and more capable than the voices in my head lead me to believe. I believe that anything I put my mind to, and really, really want, I can achieve. Because at the end of the day, when all is said and done, I want to look back on my life and say ‘that was a great adventure’. I don’t want there to be an ounce of doubt that I could have, I should have, if only I had the chance, I would have, done more.
So each and every day I strive to believe in myself. In what I can achieve. Some days it’s as simple as just getting some exercise. Other days it’s more involved and requires planning and thought. But each day, regardless of what I hope to achieve, I believe I can do it. For me, and for her.
And on the days when I don’t think I can go any further, I simply believe in her.
And that’s enough for me.
Till next time, go on, shoot for the stars. Who knows where you will land.